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    name: angelo smith
    gender: male
    age: eighteen
    height: 5' 9"
    weight: 150 pounds (unsure)
    personality traits: protective, strong, sweet heart, helpless romantic, charming, dork, goofy, dominate, caring, calm, very smart, sarcastic, aggressive to those he dislikes, snappy, sassy, knows how to fight, very funny, serious at times, sharp tongued, flirty, sneaky, outgoing, creative, snarky, confident, quick with his words, impatient
    likes: cuddling, sour patch kids, sushi, strawberries, cooking, bakes goods, starry nights, horror movies, sexual themed jokes (only if there good), baby animals, vintage cars, guns, drawing, painting, photography, forests, exotic short haired cats, sharp things, men, music, cats, the color blue, tea, joking around, vodka, whiskey, frozen Marguerite, blackberry bourbon lemonade, bloody mary, beer, most alcoholic drinks he is not a alcoholic, coffee, boxing, kick boxing, combat fighting, lord of the rings, the feeling of water on his skin and the smell of it, laying in bed, star wars, xbox, black ops, comic books, most sweet foods/most foods in general, japanese, candy, Ponyo, skateboarding, his lap top, mexican food, lemonade, video games,tattoos, netflicks, courage the cowardly dog, being lazy, fruity pebbles & chocolate pebbles cereal, cookies & cupcakes, doritos, salmon, hunting, fruit, sex, s'mores, candy apples
    dislikes: vegetables, cotton candy, craw fish, trout, fishing, cold weather, feeling uncomfortable, the smell of smoke, needles (a fear of needles), dramatic people, drama, being embarrassed, being beaten at something (who doesn't not like this?), the people he loves being hurt, black coffee
    face claim: steven yeun <33
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    [ ooc. ] hope you like my character c:
    theme song got the most muse listening to this song[/fancypost]
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    [size=7pt]ooc: i dont like him..
    i lOVE HIM OMFG YESS THIS IS BEST FACE CLAIM THO


    [size=7pt]Things had started out simply enough. A party, something the two of them went to whenever they could. Clyde'd never be directly invited by whoever was hosting it, but Angelo would always insist on him coming, and was he going to decline? Nope. He loved parties, God knows why, and he loved hanging with Angelo, so it was always f.cking awesome. But back on track, the two had made their way to a party, and everyone can assume what happened next. Clyde had a beer, which lead to a second beer, and a second lead to a third, and a third lead to pot, and lastly pot lead to tequila shots. Never a good combination.


    The crazy night went by in a blur of alcohol, pot, and sloppy make outs. Make outs shared between two way too intoxicated best friends; but people say you're true intentions come out when you drink. And as the night went on, so did the two adolescent boys, one thing leading to another until pants were shed and lower halves revealed to one another. It wasn't even awkward, just passionate, sloppy, and intense. Nothing would be remembered in the morning- or, none of it would have been, if only Clyde hadn't woken up the way he had.


    Pain shot through the teen, and he awoke with a pained groan, eyelids squeezing tightly together. Something was on top of him in an uncomfortable position, his ass hurt like hell, and boy was it hot where ever the f.ck he was or was it just him? Eyelids reluctantly pried themselves apart to reveal coffee colored optics, vision hazy with sleep. Something, rather someone, was undoubtedly sprawled over him. He squinted, attempting the blink the grogginess from his gaze to see just who it was. They felt heavier then him.. and... and holy sh.t his pants weren't on and this person was laying between his legs. In alarm he pushed himself away, back moving up the wall of the bathtub the two were situated in. A few more harsh blinks revealed something.. horribly shocking. There, asleep between his legs, head resting on his abdomen and pants also discarded, was his best friend.


    And, much to his dismay, there was the obvious sign they had actually done things with one another.A used condom unceremoniously tossed right outside the tub they laid in. "F.ck," He hissed out, hands shaking Angelo roughly, "F.ck, f.ck, f.ck, f.ck," He whisper-yelled, brown eyes widened. He was obviously scared.[/size][/size]

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    a night filled with pot and alcohol is not a good mix, trust me i know. me and my best friend had attended a party that i thought me and Clyde could go to and have some fun, which we did have..not that i would remember anything. i had planned on not drinking so much....but one thing lead to another i had a beer after beer. soon it lead to smoking a few joints and then that lead to vodka and bourbon. not something you should mix together i would have to say...it makes sh,it go crazy and well...sh,it went down.


    i don't really know what really happened last night. out of both of use, or even the whole party, i drank tons...probably way to much for one person to have consumed even. but i guess the things that went down was that me and Clyde becoming naked and having sex with each other. but i don't know that yet, i'm passed out in a tub, not sure what happened the night before.


    i stirred in my sleep, my face nuzzled into the soft skin of Clyde's abdomen. laying in a bathtub was never a replace to sleep. anyway, i grunted softly in my sleep, my head pounding with a major hang over from the night before, but my body was also sore. my whole back sore, as one i pulled something and also the dark red scratches all over my back. my arms were wrapped around Clyde's curvy waist, as i layed in between his legs, naked. i would have simply sleeped like this for the whole day if someone would not wake me up. i have a heavy a.ss sleeper belive it or not. so i just stayed asleep, a soft,adorable expression on my face as i sleeped. but i soon was going to be shaken out of my slumber.


    my chocolate brown orbs opened very slowly when i was being whisper-yelled at and been shaken. i groaned as i finally ripped my eyelids apart, "what?!" i hiss softly, my head pounding as i blinked my eyes. though i soon looked up and saw that i was nuzzled into Clyde and that i was in between his legs and we were both naked...great "oh sh.it..." i bite down on my bottom lip softly. as he continued to shake me i grunted "i'm up, stop shaken me" i say to him, pulling my body off from on top of Clyde's body.
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    [ ooc. ] hehe i thought you would love him
    UGH IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO FIND PICTURES WELL I TOOK TO LONG BECAUSE I WAS LOOKING AT ALL OF THEM AN LOOKING AT THIS BEAUTIFUL MANS FACE
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    [size=7pt]ooc: sorry for the late reply!! i've been on mobil and didn't want to half ass the reply ^^'' and i do love him glenn is my baby (my hot baby)


    His hands immediately flew to cup his junk after Angelo pulled himself off him, eyes wide and swimming with a thousand different emotions. His face was heated a brilliant red and his jaw was clenched tightly, like he was about to start crying. He was so confused.. disappointed... scared, unsure, yet oddly enough not the one emotion he expected to feel after getting what he had wanted for so long. He didn't feel like was perfect. He didn't feel like how he wanted it to if they ever were to.. do something. He felt soiled, disgusting, and ashamed in himself for letting this happen.


    "What the f.ck," His voice was struggling to remain quiet, and was strained, brown eyes squeezing shut. This couldn't be happening right now.. I couldn't be true and he wouldn't believe it. "Dude I- f.ck. Man I'm sore all the f.ck over and.. and.. f.ck." Well he sure had a sailor's mouth on him, but who wouldn't in this terrifying situation? He somehow managed to scramble from the tub to retrieve his discarded articles of clothing, pulling his shirt down over his privates as he did, since he still had that on. He pulled on his boxers after stumbling over, limping a bit. His jeans followed, cursing under his breath and murmuring to himself the whole time. He smelt like sex and it made his stomach twist into knots. "F.ck man, what did we do?"[/size]

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    i never said anything, i just chewed on my bottom lip harshly as i reached over and grabbed my boxers and simply slipped them on before i got out of the tub. i flinched in pain, my back hurt so bad. dark scratch like marks were all over my back, and i sure was not gonna put a shirt on. i sighed softly to myself as i turned and looked over at Clyde. i looked at him for a moment before i went and slipped my jeans on, a soft grunt escaped past my lips. why did this have to happen? i mean, no self control or what? i don't know anymore man and now i don't know what to say.


    when i heard his words, i looked up at him and grunted softly. he sure did have a sailor's mouth on him that was for sure. and it's something i have lived with and i don't care, i curse a lot myself. but anyway, i simply sighed once again "i'm sore too man, but you need to calm down with the cussing just a little bit" i say to him in a whisper. i was not sure if the people that own the house are asleep or away but don't want to take any risks. as soon as i heard his question i bite on the inside of my cheek "you probably don't want to know what we did...but i definatly know what we did" i say to him. i reached over and grabbed my shirt, but did not put it on. my back was so sore and was so scratched up that i simply didn't want to put it on.


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    [ ooc. ] it's alright i understand c: omg yess he's so hot and adorable at the same time <33
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    [size=7pt]ooc: i'm writing up the reply right now <33333 i was on a plane all day yesterday to go to cali!! sorry for all the late replies[/size]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 334px; height: 134px; overflow: auto; color: black; font-family: arial;][justify]it alright darling <33 take your time there is no rush <33
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    [size=7pt]ooc: thankies bby <33333


    Clyde was.. horrified, angry, and just frustrated. He wasn't in the mood- He was f.cking scared. "Jesus f.ck man!" His voice was hushed, expression twisted and brown eyebrows furrowed together in his obvious frustration. "You.. You weren't the one f.cked last night, dude- I can't f.cking walk, 'kay?" His tone was bitter, but when he looked up to Angelo his eyes revealed more depth then his fear, anger, and frustration- but rather disappointment and sadness. It wasn't fair that this was the only way Angelo and him would ever.. You know.


    He took a sharp intake of air, trying to calm his nerves and stop being such a drama queen. "You know, you're right. You're right." He sighed, shaking his head and closing his dark eyes, head hanging as he continued to breath at a steady pace. He just couldn't comprehend what they'd just done with one another. He ran his digits though his chocolate colored hair, groaning softly. "Do you think that.. Anyone's up right now? Like awake?" His head hurt like hell and he didn't feel like dealing with the banter and rumors that would flare up if anyone saw them together. "Man do you think.. Anyone knows?" He'd rather not come out like that, if it was even up to him anymore.[/size]

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    my brown orbs widen at his reaction to me. i did not say anything, just letting him do his thing. over the years i have learned not to act the same way back or sh.it will just get worse then it already was. i simply grunted when he said 'kay?' to me. in a soft response, as my grunt was. i soon looked into his eyes, the sight of disappointment and sadness swirled in their depths. i chewed on my bottom lip softly, running my hand through my brown hair.


    "with how much people were drinking last night..i don't think we will have to worry about anyone waking up" i say in a whisper. there were probably no one up, hang overs most likely and they will most likely just be sleeping for the whole day. a pounding headache in my head made me grunt to myself. it was pounding me, and it hurt so f.ucking bad. i turned to look at him once again "um..i don't even known..i don't think so" i say to him. being honest, i had no idea if any one knew. and if someone did, they probably forgot the next morning.
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    [ ooc. ] wip xc
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